It’s No Misfortune to Be Poor

It’s no misfortune to be poor It’s no misfortune to be mad It’s no misfortune to be poor It’s no misfortune to be mad Misfortune is to carry fado In the heart and on the lips Misfortune is to carry fado In the heart and on the lips In this restless, drifting life Happiness is something rare In this restless, drifting life Happiness is something rare If the mad feel nothing at all It’s no misfortune to be mad If the mad feel nothing at all It’s no misfortune to be mad At birth, I brought a star with me My fate inscribed within its light At birth, I brought a star with me My fate inscribed within its light It was no misfortune to bear it Misfortune is to carry fado It was no misfortune to bear it Misfortune is to carry fado Misfortune is to wander on Till singing leaves the voice worn hoarse Misfortune is to wander on Till singing leaves the voice worn hoarse And fado, stubborn as it is Lives in the heart and on the lips And fado, stubborn as it is Lives in the heart and on the lips